At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.
Jack KerouacSal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.
Jack KerouacWhenever spring comes to New York I can't stand the suggestion of the land that come blowing over the river from New Jersey and I've got to go. So I went.
Jack Kerouac